Quotes About Romance

I think less is more when it comes to kissing in the movies.

I'm the one who's always kissing all the boys and stuff.

When it came to kissing, Harlow was the best.

Kissing is like hugging with your lips.

Kissing is kind of scary.

I had a fan go down on one knee with a ring and ask me to marry him.

When I fell for Johnny Galecki, we both knew immediately that we had this connection, and that was it.

I think I'm not really into the handsome, chivalrous knight; I like the bad boys.

I was always one of those people who thought my love life would be dramatic - a knight in shining armour would take me away on his horse. I was that girl; I'm still that girl. What better way to live that life than being an actor?

No one knows how it is that with one glance a boy can break through into a girl's heart.

I cannot approach someone; I lack the confidence when it comes to the guy I desire. I'm very good when it comes to matchmaking and hooking others up. But I can't help my own cause.

and stunningly mean-spirited. Some parts of his life sounded like a fairy tale right out of the movies: There was a promise made when he was a baby, romances, remarkable rebounds, and riches almost too big to be believed. Other parts were so messy and ugly, so very human, that they would never be considered family entertainment.

Kiss me....Cassie....Like you mean it.

Mircea must have heard us come in, but he continued what he was doing. He stood with his back to us, the candlelight on his bare skin causing his muscles to fall into sharp relief. He'd washed the river gunk out of his hair and now he threw it back, the water droplets shimmering in the light. The scene looked for all the world like a really good romance novel cover.

And then Mircea finally let me down, only to get his hands inside the coat and push me against the wall. "I'm dirty," I protested. He waggled his eyebrows. "Promise?" "Mircea!" I laughed in spite of myself…

Damn it, the man needed a keeper. Yeah, sure he did. A dark-haired, dimpled, dhampir keeper, which wasn't going to happen, so just shut up. Sometimes I didn't think it mattered what Mircea did in my head, because I was already crazy anyway. "It's like someone invented you just to mess with me," I said resentfully. "Quoi?" I sighed.

A gentleman would have announced himself!" I told him, pressing against the side of the tub. "And a scoundrel would have joined you." -- Kit Marlowe to the witch Gillian (shortly before joining her in the tub!)

It's beautiful, dulcea??," he said, his tone awed. "Do you see? Beautiful." "What is?" "The snow. The night." His arms tightened. "You." I eyed him warily. "Thanks?

Do you always get in this much trouble?" Pritkin asked from behind me. "Mostly," I breathed. "You know, I've noticed that about you," he told me. And then he kissed me.

Pritkin kissed like he did everything else, straightforward, accepting no prisoners and with an intensity that left me breathless. It was hot and hard and desperate, like he was starving for it, and I opened my mouth and took it, because, God .

She darkened his door, he lit her fire, they both burned.

What will I taste like?" I asked. He inhaled deeply at the base of my throat. "Sweet and pure," he answered, "like white lilacs.

Staff silenced her with a hot kiss. "Hush," he whispered, taking her closer into his arms. "Mary, we have waited long enough. I want you, dearest, to make up for the lonely hours, and countless advice, and worry that your kings and cursed father would totally ruin our life together. And for the wasted years. Tonight, Mary, we are going to begin catching up-and it will take a long, long time for us to be even...

I dinna think tis romantic when a man says he's willin' t' give his life fer the woman he loves. Give me instead a man who'd fight to keep us both alive and kickin'! There's naught rommantic about a dead man, beau or no.